Feeling Turquoise

Where is it I search
Over hills or deep down in dark?
Repressed by no one but myself
Twist and turn til time is up
Hell takes form in peace and quiet
Weal; the winds that come and go
Hear autumn crisp, each scrunch more bleak
Inside sanctuary ebbs away
Left to comfort weary soul —
Ever wonder what it’s worth?


Who am I


What is this huge lonely garden we call home
How did it become so full of thorns, tell me?
Or maybe it’s the stings of wasps that I feel

Attempting to wake me from this deep slumber
My inclination that this is just a dream

Intruders display true nature of nightmares